After I became a real young master, I became famous for my bad behavior

Sheen thought thoughtfully.

Scott is applying the principle of "scarcity makes things valuable": as long as supply exceeds demand, the price of beets will rise.

As expected of an heir, he has good business sense.

Of course Xien has to praise others:

“Scott’s mind is very much like the Duke’s, worthy of being the Duke-in-waiting.

"(bangs head) Ah...why didn't I think of that?"

"So?"

Xien closed the account book.

“What is the demand for sugar beets now?”

"Very warm,"

Eric gave Sheen a thumbs up.

"After sugar beets became a sensation, we just need to mass-produce them and sell them at a price one-third higher than the cost. Then civilians will be able to accept this sugar supplement.

"However, the unique fragrance of jujube honey cannot be replaced by this kind of thing. Jujube honey is still a favorite dessert substitute for the nobles."

Xien held his chin with his right hand, drank a sip of strawberry milkshake, and said indifferently with a satisfied look on his face:

"That's why I chose beets as my trade item. They can satisfy the needs of any class, and they don't compete with date nectar.

"Tsk,

“It’s really the best of both worlds.”

What's more, Sheen only wanted the wealth from the intellectual property rights and the funds for the right to use the property rights.

Excluding the expenses for planting and operation, about 75% of the profits will be attributed to Impess.

This is a fortune that makes all the nobles jealous!

Eric was excited, but he also did not forget the consequences:

"Well, but now if our sales are successful--

"If Haynes knew that you were the provider of the intellectual property rights, would he use moral kidnapping to force you to hand over the technology?"

Sheen didn't see this as a threat.

He put the account book on the table and answered seriously:

"I have already signed a transfer contract for beet cultivation with the Duke. I am so anxious to hand over the property rights to Impess, isn't it to guard against Haines?"

Sheen drew circles on the table with his hands.

"Besides, I reached a transfer agreement with the Duke as 'Technician S'. I know you won't let on that the technician is me."

Everyone outside knew that it was a "technician S" who gave advice to Impess and even gave him the beet cultivation technology:

If Impess was a little smarter, he could sell some of the usage rights of this technology and run it in partnership with others.

This is another considerable fortune.

Xien was secretly delighted:

"Hehe~"

Eric put his hands on his hips, closed his eyes and hummed:

"You did a good job on that. Impes is capable enough to protect the counselors who give us advice."

Then, even Eric couldn't help but sneer:

“It’s ridiculous that the strategist who helped Impess make a fortune turned out to be the son of the Haines family.

"If Haines knew this news, they would probably cry and want to get the property rights - but it's a pity that you have already sold it..."

Seeing Eric's smug look, Xien's mouth corners slightly raised:

"Humph,"

He said he didn't care.

"They abandoned me. So I have to let them know what they would lose if they lost me, right?"

Eric nodded like a chicken pecking at rice:

"Yes, we should fight back like this. If we don't give them some substantial blows, they really won't feel anything."

Eric knew very well: the better Sheen was, the more useless Xiren was!

Sheehan did not forget to talk about the future potential of this deal:

"Aren't you worried that someone will buy the beets and make a profit from the price difference? And how can we eat only beets?"

There are many people in "Game of Mediation" who steal the fruits of other people's labor!

Of course, this was just to scare Eric.

Because selling beets alone can indeed bring in enough income.

"Well..."

Eric was speechless for a moment.

Sheen put his hands on his hips and glared at the ignorant Eric impatiently:

"Selling raw materials alone will only bring short-term benefits. This is what you taught me."

Sheen took out a piece of white paper from the drawer and drew something on it with a pen dipped in ink. Then he held up this "abstract" masterpiece to show Eric.

“Impress is more focused on long-term interests - I decided to focus on studying this technology after school starts.

"Let me make it clear that I am not selling the right to own this technology, only the right to use it!"

Eric's sky blue eyes have the word "cute" written all over them.

He looked up and read what was written on the paper:

Beet, arrowhead...

Sugar!

"You mean, beets can be turned into sugar?"

"Of course."

Sheen smiled confidently and put the paper down.

Eric looked up at Sheen:

Oh~YYDS!

Sheen waved at Eric:

"But we have to play hard to get... Let's sell beets for a while so that Impes can attract more business partners to operate."

Eric nodded.

"This is what I plan to tell my father next. If we really let the Impes family go alone, I'm worried that the nobles will say that the Impes are selfish."

He had thought of a good excuse.

"We can say 'we can all make money together'~"

Sheen also gave Eric a thumbs up for his idea:

Cool!

Impes is truly worthy of being called a "wealth" brand: it has both military power and some operational know-how.

Much better than those Haynes who don’t know how to adapt!

Sheen took the opportunity to come up with the brilliant idea of ​​"opening a branch":

"You can only sell beet seeds or beet seedlings to nobles who have proposed cooperation. Never hand over the cultivation technology!"

"Huh?" Eric was a little confused.

"Haha! Would I cheat you again?"

Sheen leaned back leisurely, crossed his arms over his chest and smiled.

"Then you will know the purpose of this move!"

...

a few days later.

Da da da…

The tall man walked briskly, and before reaching the door, he hid the exposed transformation necklace into his turtleneck sweater.

"Whoosh..."

Scott held two beets in each hand.

He had just come back from outside and came to Sheen to ask about beets.

Push the door hard.

boom--

"Sheen."

……

"look up."

Scott looked at the osmanthus cake on Sheen's plate speechlessly.

It's been a week...

Does this child have such a single taste?

"Ah?"

Sean was enjoying his sweet-scented osmanthus cake (the sweet-scented osmanthus cake with jujube honey was so delicious!), but when he heard Scott coming, he quickly looked up.

Sheen already knew that Scott was no longer the crazy troublemaker in "Game of Mediation", but it was hard for him not to be wary of Scott in his heart.

"what happened?"

The moment Sean looked up, Scott grabbed the two beets and put them on the coffee table with a thump.

Sean’s inner thoughts: Thank you for not putting them on my desk, otherwise I would be angry with you!

He raised his head and looked at Scott's serious face, trying to pretend to be confident and asked:

"Yeah, Scott. You're in such a hurry to find me, is there something you want to ask me?"